Proofread Chapter (Mature Content Warning)
⚠️ Author's Note: This chapter may contain mature language, sexual content, and light violence. Please read with care. No hate, just vibes.
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Han In passed out, and everyone decided to stop the game.
Kang Joon offered to take Han home, but I had other plans. I'd already booked rooms for everyone—except I knowingly booked one room for Kang and Han.
"No need," I said, stepping in. "I figured everyone would be too drunk anyway. Just go to your assigned rooms… Kang, Han—you two are together."
I handed Kang the room key with a sly smile.
He smirked knowingly and nodded, lifting Han effortlessly as he carried him off.
Once the rest had their keys, I grabbed Tae's hand and led him to our room. I sat on the bed, kicking off my heels as Tae stepped into the bathroom. I used the second one to clean up quickly.
Moments later, we both walked out—towels wrapped around our waists.
We froze.
Time slowed.
Eyes locked.
Neither of us said a word as we moved toward each other, like magnets, like robots pre-programmed for each other's orbit.
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Kang Joon's POV
In the room Kim so kindly gave us, I brought Han in and shut the door behind us.
I grabbed him by the waist and stared into his eyes.
"Little kitty... now you're in my hands. Run, let me see you try," I whispered.
Then I shoved him roughly onto the bed. He smirked and ripped open his shirt, almost tearing the buttons. His body was hot—pale, smooth, glowing like temptation.
I climbed on top of him, grinding my hips into his, pinning him down. My mouth crashed into his, kissing him rough—and fuck, he responded like fire to gasoline.
His tongue? Addictive.
His hands? All over me.
With a swift move, I stripped off everything but my boxers.
His fingers wandered down to my thigh, teasing, tracing, gripping. I yanked his hair and he let out a soft moan.
"Such a whore... slut," I hissed, biting his neck hard.
"Yeah... call me dirty names," he whispered, voice hoarse, sexy.
I sucked his nipples, flicking and teasing them. He gasped, already slipping his hand into my boxers, grabbing my cock.
He stroked me—slow but tight—while moaning and begging for filth. I came across his face, grunting like an animal.
"Do me hard," he growled.
Smirking, I grabbed the belt off the floor and tied his wrists to the headboard.
"Call me oppa," I demanded.
"Oppa…" he whimpered.
Fuck yes.
I spanked him with the belt—just enough for pleasure, not pain.
"Ahh, fuck—oppa!"
"More," he begged.
I gave him more.
I reached for the lube, spread it generously—and without warning, I entered him.
"Ahh—yes," he moaned.
Tight. So fucking tight. Perfect for my size.
I licked the shell of his ear, bit into his neck, and began to thrust.
Slow at first. Then faster. And harder.
"Ah—uhh—mmn…"
He moaned my name, and I moaned his.
I fucked him so hard that I knew—he wouldn't be able to walk tomorrow.
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Kim's POV
This was our third round, and I was completely wasted—drained in the best way.
We were both naked, tangled up, hugging each other in the softest post-sex haze.
Tae kissed my neck, then my bare shoulder.
"I wanna eat," he murmured.
"Then let's order," I mumbled lazily.
But instead, he pinned me down and kissed me again.
I kissed him back, but eventually pushed him gently. "I'm sore all over," I groaned.
He chuckled—but didn't stop. He kept trailing kisses down my skin.
"Ahh, stop," I pouted—though I was already responding to his every touch.
"You're saying 'stop', but your body says 'don't,'" he teased.
Tsk. I just reached for the lube and handed it to him.
"Feisty, huh?" he smirked.
And just like that, he entered me again—fast and rough.
I arched into him, my body betraying me, craving him again even when I swore I was done.
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